Page 7 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

I mean, he should know smoking isn't really healthy, right? I don't know what I expect but he doesn’t stop.

“Do you memorize random facts to recite at these parties,” he replies with a puff. His voice is lower, and for a brief second, there’s an indecipherable expression in his hooded eyes.

My cheeks heat up, yet somehow, the response makes me chuckle.

“Do you feel better now?” He shoves a hand into his pocket.

“Uh?”

I don't understand, so I stare at him expectantly.

His voice is a notch lower when he responds. “In there, you looked…out of place…overwhelmed. You should feel better now.”

Oh. He saw me in there?Embarrassment flushes my cheeks.

“Oh, I’m not…” I trail, unable to lie.

He finally drops the cigarette. Then smashes the butt with a well-polished shoe.

“You’re quite intriguing.” His sharp jaw comes into view. Green eyes scan my form, landing briefly on my chest before holding my gaze. I bring my gaze to the ground when the stare becomes intense.

“What brings you here?” he asks.

“To the event or outside here with you?” my voice falls lower.

“Event.”

“My best friend,” I smile when I think about Harper. “She practically forced me here.”

He hums, tipping his head skyward. His neck is bare, and I get presumptuous mental images. The kind that only happens in romance books.

“So was it worth coming?”

My eyes land on his bottom lip as he studies me. Suddenly, the urge to taste those full lips is overwhelming.

“I…I don't know. Parties are not really my thing.”

There’s a brief silence before he stands up and takes a step toward me. Hot, minty breath sends shivers down my spine. My heart picks up its pace.

“So what is your thing?”

There's a stampede in my stomach as his face draws nearer to mine. Suddenly I'm hot, anticipating.

“Books,” I blurt. “Do you read books?”

He doesn't look like he reads shit. But I ask to ease the tension mounting in me.

He pulls back and stares at me like it's a strange question. A small smirk tips his lips. His eyes fall on my cleavage again. “My hobbies are more…physical than reading.”

A shiver wracks my spine. I’ve read enough romance books to know what he's implying. It’s in his eyes. Dark and laced with lust.

Still, I lick my dry lips and ask. “So what’s your latest hobby?”

“You.” His voice is deep and husky.

I swallow. “Me? You don't even know my name.”

“We can change that.”

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